Blind Passion: Intimate Encounters Volume I (3 page)

Chapter Five

Bast, Diane’s large Persian greeted her when she removed her damp coat and hung it up to dry. Heart still pounding, and knees knocking, she managed to walk to the couch and sat down, contemplating the evening.

“Hey there, pretty girl. Did you miss me?” She scooped the black cat up in her arms. “Yes you did! My baby missed her momma.” She nuzzled her cheek against her pet’s warm fur as the cat purred, touching her nose against her owner’s cheek. “It’s so damn cold out there. I think I’ll brew some coffee and change out of these clothes.” The black cat jumped out of her embrace and meowed as she followed her owner into the kitchen.

Diane smiled to herself as she washed her hands before brewing her coffee, just before thoughts of Ethan invaded her mind. Her flesh still tingled slightly from where he had touched her. Why did the man possess such control over her? The thought of sleeping with a blind man had never entered her mind, but now, she was intrigued by it. He was so charismatic, and gentle. He possessed a wholesome quality that warmed her heart as well as her soul.

She stiffened and yearned to feel his touch again. Leaning against the counter, she contemplated tomorrow evening’s dinner. Would he be a gentleman? Oh hell, of course he would, but maybe she didn’t want him to. Just like tonight. She wished he had kissed her, but surely one thing would have led to another. Would she be a lady? Probably not.  She chuckled at her indecisiveness. She shuddered, as a chill swept through her. She didn’t know if it was from thinking of Ethan, or the cold weather.

Deciding on a hot shower, Diane bumped the thermostat up to seventy-six degrees and strode into her bedroom, with Bast following close behind. Wasting no time, she shed her clothes and sauntered to the bathroom. She grinned, imagining Ethan and herself bathing together. “That would be interesting,” she spoke aloud as she stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to relax tense muscles.  

After twenty minutes in the shower, Diane wrapped a large black towel around her body, and ventured into her bedroom where she spread aloe vera lotion over smooth, dark brown skin. As she explored her curves, she imagined Ethan’s large hands caressing every inch of her body.   

With a smile, she squeezed the tube of lotion again, this time, adding a generous amount in the palm of her hand as she visualized herself blindfolded, laying face down on her bed while Ethan tormented her needy body with his magical touch and sated every passion she had. Her breathing became erratic as her hands roamed over full round globes. Deciding to take a little time out for sexual gratification, she laid down on the bed.

Staring into an abyss, Diane tweaked her diamond hard nipples until they lengthened. Gasping, she closed her eyes as she continued exploring her sexually charged body. It had been way too long since she’d had someone in her bed. Now, she didn’t care if Ethan was listening. She hoped he was.

With sensual, fluid strokes, she continued smoothing the lotion over her abdomen. Further down her body she continued the delectable journey, until she reached her neatly trimmed triangle. Her breathing became even more erratic, as she began stroking the fleshy bud that so craved her attention. Her ministrations released a shiver down her spine, and she jerked her hips upward, imagining Ethan’s face near her mound. Her actions continued as she parted her thick, honey- coated folds and slid a finger deep inside.

“Uhh, oooh. Oh my god!” Her tempo increased and she bent both legs, while introducing another finger inside her wet cavern. With her left hand, she continued stroking her throbbing clit, as Ethan’s image grew in her mind. Was he listening now? Was he stroking his glorious cock?

Diane wished he were there, licking and suckling the tender button while he fingered her slick flesh. She imagined him guiding her to a mind-shattering climax, and wondered how he’d react to her loss of control. She could
almost
feel his presence, and smell his scent. Then it happened. The blue eyes stared deep inside her, once more, and a spasm rocked her body and soul from the inside out. She clenched her teeth, just before a soft moan deserted parted lips while her hips lifted off the bed as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Almost spent, she cried out her orgasm.

Moments later, she lay on the bed while staring at the ceiling and thinking she should have called the man. Perhaps a titillating conversation could have been shared between them while she pleasured herself. Maybe, she would have allowed him to command her. She had always been the submissive in bed, and it was so apparent, he was the dominant. Diane moaned in frustration as she rose from the bed and into the bathroom to wash up. The orgasm was nice, but nowhere as near satisfying as one Ethan could deliver, she was certain of that.

“Distractions, distractions.”
She laughed to herself as she strolled into the kitchen. She noticed her insatiable appetite still lingered, and she bit her bottom lip in an attempt to focus her mind on something other than Ethan, like bookkeeping. She should have started that the moment she set foot in her house but she had plenty of time for that tomorrow.

“Mmmm, I love this stuff.” Diane inhaled the Dark Sumatran and caramel macchiato blend as she poured the dark elixir into a large black coffee mug. Her stomach growled. Well, at least her hunger for food would momentarily distract her. After adding several teaspoons of sugar and some flavored creamer, she prepared a Reuben melt. 

Retreating into the living room, she grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on a movie, something she really had no interest in. Sinking into the large Papa San chair, her thoughts returned to the charming stranger. She drew her knees up to her chest and replayed their meeting as she ate. She decided she would let her guard down. Whatever happens, happens, right Bast?” The cat looked up at her and meowed. 

She had his phone number, so what the hell was she waiting for? She didn’t wish to appear wanton to him. Would this be a one night stand? Why should she worry? Meaningful relationships were beyond her reach; at least that’s what she’d told herself over the past two years since the divorce. The last thing Diane wanted was for Ethan to know how much she wanted him. Then again, he already knew, especially with her body’s betrayal flaunting the tell tale signs at the café.

Her body tingled, and an overwhelming desire to call him rose inside her. What the hell. She grabbed the large leather purse off the end table and fished around for her phone. Diane’s breathing intensified as she searched for his number. Sweat beaded her brow, and she parted her lips. Damned if she didn’t feel like she was suffocating. She stiffened when her phone rang for the first time and Ethan’s number popped up. No, this was too damned crazy. Apparently, they were on the same wavelength. On the second ring, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. The third ring, he finally picked up, and she released a breath of relief. 

“Hello.” His voice was strong, yet questioning.

“Hi Ethan.”

“I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

She beamed, and was very happy he’d decided to call.

“No, not at all.”

She smiled to herself, thinking how wet she’d become when she fantasized about him. “I’m curled up with a good cup of coffee, so what more can I ask for.” She relaxed when he laughed. His voice was deep, and caused her nipples to tingle. “How are you doing?”

“I’m listening to my favorite blues band, and—listening to the heavy downpour of rain beating against the building…Wishing you were here with me.” Diane’s heart hammered against her ribcage. There would have been silence if it weren’t for Ethan’s raspy breathing. “Earlier, I listened to the sweetest melody ever.”

Her jaw dropped. She knew he’d heard her moans of pleasure.

“Hello, you still there?”

“Yes, I—I’m here.” She couldn’t escape the fluttering feeling in her chest, and she cursed herself in silence because she stammered. Moisture seeped along the crease of her inner thigh, and she clamped her legs together.

“That sweet melody I heard earlier was louder than normal,” he teased. “There was just one slight difference.

“What was that?” She whispered.

“I didn’t hear the vibrator.”

Diane gulped. “No—I didn’t use it.”

“What did you use?”

The passion in his voice was enough to make her come. “My fingers.”

She heard him suck in a breath. “Wish I were there.”

Instinct coerced her to carry the conversation further. “What would we do if you were here?” She bit her lip in anticipation as her nipples hardened into tiny pebbles.

“Ah, the question I’ve been waiting for all evening. Well, I’d pull you close to me, and plant kisses down your neck. Diane reached for a nipple, and squeezed. “I’d make my way down your chest, to your breasts, and nibble on them, ever so softly. I wouldn’t stop there though; I’d continue, taking those succulent buds in my mouth, sucking on them until you begged for more.”

“You should stop.” Diane’s voice was hoarse, and heat flooded her face.

“Now, why would I do that? Are you not enjoying our conversation? Or, would you prefer we act on this instead of talking about it? I don’t know about you, but I prefer the latter. What do
you
want? Just say the word and I’ll be over.”  Diane stopped breathing for a few moments. She knew exactly what she wanted, but actually telling a person what pleased her sexually seemed to be beyond her reach. What she wanted never seemed to matter in any other relationship. It also didn’t help any that she had actually just met the man today.

“Diane, I’m waiting.”
His voice was demanding, almost intimidating.

“Um, I have to go now. I’m very tired.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say, and avoiding him seemed like the best solution.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you any longer.” Ethan cleared his throat. “Are we still on for tomorrow evening?” She sensed worry in his voice. Had he thought she’d cancel on him? Not a snowball’s chance in hell.

“Yes, of course we are.” Diane smiled. Anticipation formed inside her, and was accompanied by a twinge of guilt. She wanted him, but the thought of telling him
what
she wanted caused the bold streak she’d gained a few moments ago to desert her. 

“Ah, there’s that beautiful smile again.” She noticed the sound of delight in his voice.

“Good, I’m looking forward to our date. Now remember, tomorrow I won’t allow you to dodge my question.” Ethan’s voice grew husky, and his breathing intensified. She stiffened and her nipples pebbled at the thought of his touch. “You will tell me what you want. By God, if I have to torment you until you beg me to give you that which you so desire, I promise, you will tell me.” 

“Why is that so important to you?” She was so curious to know why he insisted she voice her needs to him. Surely he knew what she wanted, why did she have to tell him?

“Because, it is. Oh, and I have another request.”

She smiled. “What?”

“Wear a dress, thigh high stockings, and no panties.”

“What?”
A spark of excitement trickled through her. He was so bold, and she enjoyed every moment. Her cheeks burned with excitement, or was it embarrassment? She couldn’t tell the difference.

“You heard me.” Ethan’s voice was stern. “No panties or you’ll be punished. Need I say more?”

“Now, this should be interesting. Okay, no panties.” She chuckled, and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Am I making you nervous?”

“No Ethan, you’re just—I don’t know what to say about you.”

“Good, because I’m full of surprises. Okay my dear, I’ll let you go, for now. You’re going to need your rest.

Whatever he was planning, it made every nerve ending in her body dance with delight. She swallowed and bit her lip. “Goodnight Ethan.” She didn’t want to put him off, but embarrassment claimed her.

“Wait a minute sweetheart. I’ll meet you at Santini’s in Little Italy at seven thirty. Goodnight beautiful, sleep tight,
and
remember what I said.” 

“Oh, how could I forget?” Diane laughed and folded her arms across her chest. Nervousness crushed her like an insect. Her heart raced as she ended the phone call. Exhaling, she leaned back into the Papa San chair.
“What the hell am I doing?
Oh Bast, have I lost my damn mind? The cat flicked her tail and looked at her owner from across the room. She blinked several times and laid her head on the sofa.

Diane covered her face with her hands and smiled. “Geez, thanks for your help.” The cat meowed and rolled over on her back. Diane laughed as she watched her cat playfully wriggle around on the couch.

“Maybe I
should
take a chance.” The cat sat up, staring at her with green, penetrating eyes as she twitched her tail. If Diane didn’t know any better, she would have sworn her pet was trying to tell her something.

She didn’t know why, but she knew she’d be a fool to let him slip through her fingers. What do I have to lose?
Absolutely nothing.
Suddenly, doubt and uneasiness set in. What if Ethan pursued women in this manner often? Just because he was blind didn’t stop him from being a player. Could this be some type of game? In frustration, she bit her lip and hit the button on the remote, turning off the television. This was too good to be true, being approached by a good-looking stranger in a café. Why her? Hell, men hit on her all the time, maybe this one just had a smoother approach.